A Child's Grave

A three quarter square metre of ground covered in concrete compared to the other graves small
With the name and age of the deceased on the headstone a sad memory for to recall
Even to the eyes of a passing stranger a beloved child to her parents hearts dear
Who had not been granted a long life she passed on in her second year.

On the concrete slab that covers her a bouquet of freshly plucked flowers
Placed there perhaps in the mid morning going back just a couple of hours
I sense the heartbreak of a mother one can visuaslize her in tears
The ache at the loss of her daughter will live on in her heart for years.

Death claims the life's breath of the living of every mortal such as I
The aged must go to the reaper but why do the young have to die?
A two year old she was a young one she did not live on to enjoy
The great gifts of living and loving and the birth of her own girl or boy.

I am just a visiting stranger in a Country Town cemetery
With grave sites and head stones in numbers a child's grave amongst them I see
I can sense the grief of a mother weighed down by her heavy life's cross
The death of her beloved daughter to her is a shattering loss.